"Ghosts Dance," which to my ears is the obvious single out of the batch of songs I'm working with, is DONE on my end.
Other updates:
a) New running order
1. Or Don't
2. With the Lights Out
3. Bad Boyfriend
4. Count Me Out
5. Weekend Holiday
6. Picket Line Breaks Down
7. Service Sector
8. She Knows All Your Flaws
9. Who Are You This Time?
10. Far Beyond Me
11. Nineteen Steps
12. Ghosts Dance
13. Like a Clock
b) New additions
Aaron Daniels - guitar (/vocals?)
Nathan Martin - keys (/ vocals?)
c) The rest of the theoretical line-up
Scott Harper - bass
Brian Barbee - drums
Ghosts Dance
(lyrics, music by Cameron Ferguson)
The old ways and means are meaningless,
There's just no way
To find an honest day's wage
At the end of a halfhearted day
Pockets filled with ghosts of money -
Pockets buried in receipts -
That tell me just where you've been,
You've been turning in my sleep
But what you throw away
Says as much as what you keep
And ghosts dance on my walls at night,
They move to songs that still excite you
In translucent tones of lukewarm light
I wish they didn't have the right to,
But they do...
So now I wake up bathed in
Lakes of lukewarm sweat,
Shivering out a fever
I'm not running yet
Ghosts of fingers on my neck,
Ghosts of footsteps on the floor -
It's been a long time since I
Felt like I could adore you --
I'm sorry if I bored you,
Maybe I might've meant to
[ref.]
{bridge}
And they ride away on their pale horses
To reclaim this scorched earth
On their unearthly courses
But there's just no revoking
Interlocking, heartbroke shocking
The old maps and trails are blazing
In the laps of fires
Another dusk, another dance awaits
When I retire
I don't mean to play the part of
Some willing martyr
In the old lists and charts,
Listlessly repealing charters
But waiting's not the hardest part --
Knowing no one's coming's harder
[ref.]
They ride away
They ride away
They ride
Away
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